(At the breakfast table)
Homer: How about a tie, son? Everybody knows boy geniuses wear ties.
Bart: (mouth full of cereal) It'll stifle my creativity, Dad!
Homer: Sorry, boy.
Marge: (arriving with fried eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of milk) Bart, this is a big day for you. Why don't you eat something a little more nutritious?
Homer: Nonsense, Marge! Frosty Krusty Flakes are what got him where he is today. (reads the box) It could be one of these chemicals here that makes him so smart. Lisa, maybe you should try some of this.
Homer: I'm just saying, why not have two geniuses in the family? Sort of a spare in case Bart's brain blows up.
(Marge glares at Homer as the two walk out of the kitchen)
Lisa: I don't care what that stupid test says, Bart. You're a dimwit.
Bart: Maybe so, but from now on, this dimwit is on easy street.